Starter for: @linewalksyou​
Jer walked into Rogue's with purpose. He was ready to start some shit, get into a fight or take out the next person who looked at him wrong. There was no such luck on getting someone to bite, despite his very antagonizing threats and insults. So if he couldn't punch someone, he could at least watch other people hit each other next door which was why he was at Rogues. Besides, there he was likely to run into his family there. The family he chose, not the blood that abandons, neglects, or abuses then shows up years later acting like nothing happened. Maybe seeing Mitch again had him reeling a little bit, or a lot. Feeling things he'd shoved down, deep inside him never to see the light of day again. Till he saw her, spoke to her. It was like a bomb had been dormant inside of him since he was a kid and it exploded overnight.
The first face he saw belonged to Rodeo, and damn if he wasn't happy to have that distraction after the week he'd had. "Aye, shithead!" He greeted from the entrance as he made his way toward his table. "Whiskey and not that cheap shit either." He barked at one of the servers before taking a seat across from the man. Blue eyes glanced up at the screen to see the progress on the current fight. He'd give anything to be a bone breaker later that night, damn if he couldn't use that release. "How have the fights been?" He asked looking away from the screen at his former sponsee. Through Rodeo's time as a street rat. They'd bonded through their mutual love of Colts, vintage cars, and whiskey. That and the fact that they were both dirtbags with a criminal mindset. Rodeo took his harsh way of teaching like a champ, the only sponsee that stuck around long enough to make a rank.
"Glad I got to see a familiar face tonight. Even if it's as ugly as yours." He teased, lighting a cigarette and throwing his card on the server's tray when she brought him his drink. "Keep 'em comin', sweetheart." He murmured. His leg was bouncing, one hand fidgeting with his glass the other scratching at his face. Jer was never great at hiding when something was on his mind, he wasn't a stoic man, he was an explosive one. "What are you up to tonight?" Small talk was also not his strong suit, but he needed something to fill the air and drown out the torturous memory replay his mind was plaguing him with.
